Thoughts on Writing
Like many writers, I get stuck. I can sit and stare at a keyboard for hours, or at least be near the keyboard, blocked, trying to get something written, and … Continue reading Thoughts on Writing
Author: Mark
I write, I read, I lift heavy things, and drink fermented beverages. Just not at the same time. I work in the computer industry, and blog for no good reason at all.
Break me off a piece of that Crescent Bar
When things have been crazy for so long, even two days of rest seems like a big break. I got up early on Saturday to run and pick up food … Continue reading Break me off a piece of that Crescent Bar
Beat the Heat
Yulia and I have lamented for years that we never plan ahead to take advantage of 3 day weekends. Hell, half the time I just show up to work on … Continue reading Beat the Heat
Doing something close to nothing
We are on our final day in Paris. As such, we are sleeping in. The only thing planned for today is to do a little shopping, and get packed. We … Continue reading Doing something close to nothing
Mouse of Anaheim, Rat of Paris
The train ride back from Barcelona was easy. Nothing was on fire this time. Also, the train wasn’t so crowded, so the bar didn’t run out of drinks by the … Continue reading Mouse of Anaheim, Rat of Paris
Can we add a side of Cadaques to that?
We have been unsure what to do with our last few days in Barcelona. There are still a lot of museums, galleries, and history to se here, but we also … Continue reading Can we add a side of Cadaques to that?
Forecast: Scattered Showers of Men
There were notices posted all over the hotel about traffic delays today, because today was Barcelona Pride. This is one of the biggest gay pride parades anywhere, and the route … Continue reading Forecast: Scattered Showers of Men
Come on down!
We seem to be getting up later every day. It could be an illusion cast by the fact that I eat more ham at breakfast each day, and some things … Continue reading Come on down!
Ham it up
We slept in a bit, then went down for a big breakfast. In Paris we had a small apartment, so we just grabbed whatever to eat. Yulia booked us a … Continue reading Ham it up
Francisco Franco is still dead
Toto might miss the rains of Africa, but I’m happy for the sun of Barcelona. We arrived late in the evening, and Yulia and I immediately went out for Tapas. … Continue reading Francisco Franco is still dead
We’ll always have Paris
Now we are waiting for our train to Barcelona in the Gare de Lyon. A good time to reflect on the last two days in Paris, when we finally were … Continue reading We’ll always have Paris
Cognitive Dissonance 